Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25433946-20141011060324/@comment-25430487-20150405145329

Within seconds, an over-worked Dr. Bryd appears in the doorway of the room. "Relax, relax," she reassures him as she hovers over him, producing a stethescope, pressing it to his chest. "Deep breaths for me... good good,"

She checks his eyes next with a small flash light. "Everything looks okay. Lay down," she plants a palm on his upper chest and guides him back into a reclined position.

"You're in pretty rough shape," she admitts. "A few cracked ribs. Minor internal bleeding. Looks like you got hit pretty hard." she confesses, eyeing him questioningly. "Is the pain tolerable?" she asks, examining the morphene machine that he's hooked up to. She ups the dosage slightly.